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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
lord_n	john_n	king_n	sir_n	55,943	5	6.2501	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A52015	Wit restor'd in several select poems not formerly publish't.	Mennes, John, Sir, 1599-1671.	1658 (1658)	Wing M1719; ESTC R32937	71,892	248

'mongst th' Evangelists made one Forty besides the sixteen hundred We count yeares past since Fiend was foundred And this Bissextile that sans pumps Frisk's and is call'd the yeare that Jum'ps The same to the same I must call from between thy thighs Thy urine back into thine eyes And make thee when my tale thou hear'st Channell thy cheekes with Launt rever'st Thy Landladie that made thee broth When drugge made orifice to froath That every fortnight shifted sheet To keep thy nest and bodie sweet That heard thee knock at peepe of day When boy snor'de that on pallat lay Rose in her smock and gave thee counsell To lift thy foot for feare of groundsell That often warnd thee of the quart And praid in vain to turn thy heart This Landladie in grave is pent Now shedd thy moysture man of Kent Two rings shee left for thee tone to ' ther For Andrew that does call thee brother This dries thy teares that were a brewing Now li'st to newes of State ensuing Iudge Littleton is made Lord Keeper And feeds on chick and pigeon peeper The kings Attourney Sr Iohn Bancks Succeds him but may spare his thankes Herbert is thought the meetest man To fill the place of Bancks Sr Iohn London-Recorder thence doth jogge In Herberts roome to trudge and fogg And St Iohns one that 's sharp and wittie Is made winde-instrument o'th'Citty Thus t is in towne but in the Camp There 's one preferrd will make thee stamp For Sr Iohn Berkly's Sergeant Maior To Willmott let it not bread Jarre Nor can the Viscount whom Iohn putts In trust prevent it for his gutts More shalt thou know when t is more fitt When thou and I in Tavern fitt Till when and ever heaven thee send The wishes of thy constant freind I. S. In street of Coleman from swanne Ally Where while I stay in towne I shall lye In house of Mistresse Street relict Of Robert whom for mate shee pickt And where with eeles and flounders fryde And tongve of Neat that never lyed I filld my paunch but when I belsh It utter's language worse than welsh Ianus the moneth that holdes us tack One with a face be hinde his back Full sixteene hundred yeares wee score And fiftie bateing six and fowr And this leape-yeare wee count to bee A yeare that come's but once in three The same to the same THy wants wherewith thou long hast tug'd And been as sad as Bear that 's lug'd Thou 'lt laugh at when thou hear'st how odly Thy fellowes shift in Town ungodly Commodities we took on trust And promis'd Tradesmen payment just To be return'd from Northern part When treasure hence arriv'd in Cart. And but till now of late they crep From stair to stair with trembling step So modest that they blush'd to name For what they to our Chambers came Impatient now both young and old Assault my fort with knuckle bold And as in bed perplex'd I lie I hear one say The Cart's gone by With that they all attempt my dore With pulse more daring then before And of their parcells make a ●…inne Louder then when they drew me in Rouz'd with this rudenesse first I chop Upon some foreman of the shop Take him by ' th' hand aside and there I tell him wonders in his ear So by degrees I send them jogging Suppled with Ale and language cogging But newes of this makes Scrivener wary And eight i' th hundred Don look awry That we do stoop to sums as small As children venture at Cock-all And lives we lead I cry heaven mercy Worse then a Troop that has the Farfie While man that keeps the Ordinary Will not believe nor Landlord tarry O happy Captain that may'st houze In Quarter free and uncheckt brouze On teeming hedge when purse is light Or on the wholsom Sallat bite While we have nought when mony fails To bite upon but our own nails And they so short with often tewing There 's not much left to hold us chewing Or if there were 't would onely whet Stomack for what it could not get And make more keen the appetite Like tyring-bitt for Faulkner's Kyte To mend my commons clad in jerkin On Friday last I rode to Berkin Where lowring heavens with welcom saucst us As when the Fiends were sent for Faustus Such claps of thunder and such rain That Poets will not stick to feign The gods with too much Nectar sped Their truckles drew and piss'd a bed And that they belsh'd from stomack musty Vapour that made the weather gusty Well 't is a sad condition where A man must fast or feed in fear I lately thee from North did call Now stay or else bring wherewithall Unlesse thy credit here prove better Than does thy friend's that wrote this Lett●… I. S. Day tenth thrice told the morning fair The month still with a face to spare The same to the same NO sooner I from supper rose But Letter came though not in prose Which tells of fight and Duell famous Perform'd between a man and a mouse An English Captain and a Scot The one disarm'd the other not It speaks moreover of some stirring To make a Cov'nant new as Herring Carr and Mountrosse and eke Argile Well was that Nation term'd a Boyl In breach of England that doth stick And vex the body Politick But whatsoe're be the pretence Doubtlesse they strive about the pence While English Trooper like a Gull Serves but to hold the Cow to th'Bull Pray tell me Iohn did it not nettle Thee and thy Myrmidons of Mettle To see the boy with country-lash Drive on the jades that drew the cash And by thy needy quarters go Asking the way to Camp of fo So Tantalus with hungry maw And thirsty gullet daily saw Water and fruit swim by his chaps While he in vain at either snaps Or else as Phoebus when full fraught And tipled with his mornings draught Reels like a drunken Jackanapes With bladder tight o're soyl that gapes And afterwards in corner odd Perhaps lesse thirsty empties codd So fares it with my friends god wot Whom treasure skips t' enrich the Scot. Leave then that wretched Climate where Thy wants have rid thee like the Mare And haste to Town where thou shalt find Thy friend that now hath newly din'd I. S. ●…ay twenty sixt and when Iohn saies ●…aces about the Month obays The same to the same WHy how now friend why com'st no●… hither Hast thou not leave as light as feather Here have I mark't a Butt of Sack Whose maiden-head shall welcome Iack ' Against which when drawer advanc'd gimlet I suffer'd him not but did him let And yet thou comm'st not Why dost pause And there continue keeping Dawes Does Hostesse stay thy steed perforce For that which was not fault of Horse Thou haste command of more then one For I have seen at tail of Iohn Full Palfreys sixty in array I mean upon the Muster-day Or art thou entertain'd to give Physick to one that else